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The dance music returned. The dance floor became crowded again, the air heating up.
One by one, the guys came up. Some straddled my lap and faced me, others sat to the side. Some were lewd, others shyer. Many asked for a date.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck Santa.” That was a phrase I heard over and over, which shouldn’t have surprised me.
The littles were the most fun and being a daddy it was easy for me to talk to them because I knew what they wanted. To be coddled and nurtured. To be told they were good boys. To be assured Santa was real and would take care of them without any worries.
For each person who sat in my lap, they received a toy and a candy cane. Some declined, but most took the animal stuffies. They were cute and small, and as I Iooked out over the dance floor, people were throwing them into the air or playing catch with them.
I didn’t expect to run out of toys before the line ended. More and more guys kept coming.
I gave away the last stuffed doggy just before a little showed up next in line. He held a toy fire truck and teddy bear under one arm. Besides that, I knew he was a little by the way he held himself. And the sweet, wide-eyed look he sent me.
A tingle went done my spine. This boy was different. Cute, yes, but something else caught my eye. He stood out to me because he wasn’t being a cutie pie. Not that I had anything against those sparkly boys in makeup and littles in diapers with rainbow t-shirts, but this one caught my eye. All boy. A little but not a baby. He wore torn jeans and a plain red shirt. His hair was in his eyes. And he looked ready to climb his first tree and fall in the mud.
Suddenly, I wanted to be the one to catch him.
I lifted my forefinger to motion him forward. “Hello, little boy. Merry Christmas.”
He took a long step forward, then stopped.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m Santa Claus. From the North Pole.”
“Are you really Santa?” he asked. He had yet to step on the stage.
“I sure am. My reindeer are staying at the zoo right now being well taken care of while I visit.”
He took another step forward, and up. Now he stood before me.
“But who are you really?” he asked.
I spread my white-gloved hands. “The real deal.”
He looked down at my bag. “Do you really have a present in there for me?”
A pang hit my stomach. I’d just given away the last toy.
3
Kit
I’d gotten to the club late. My old friend, Dan, called at the last minute to meet for dinner and we lingered.
“You going to the club tonight?” Dan asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re not too dressed up.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I feel like jeans and a cotton shirt are more the real me.”
He shrugged. “I caught my daddy while wearing short shorts and thigh high stockings. There’s someone for everyone.”
I couldn’t help but be a little jealous of him.
I knew the Christmas party would go late. My little self was looking forward to seeing Santa. That was always fun.
Dan refused to tag along. His daddy was away on business, and he wasn’t allowed to go to the club alone. Plus, they were homebodies now, totally married and monogamous. They didn’t really do club scenes anymore. I had to admit he looked happy.
